No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 607

Chapter 607 Manufactured Pitiness

No unwelcome Phoebe either, wearing that harmless face while quietly slipping in her poisoned little

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Just her. And the stillness of the room.

Amelia pressed her face into a soft throw pillow and took a long, deep breath.

Every muscle she’d held tight all evening finally loosened.

She let herself sink into the quiet, and for the first time, she truly felt that leaving had been the right thing to do.

Maybe because the tension had dropped so suddenly, exhaustion crashed down on her like a wave.

She fished her phone out and, with the last sliver of awareness she had, silenced it all the way. Then she curled up on the couch and fell into a heavy sleep.

She was too exhausted. Even the string of calls Mason made–one after another–couldn’t pull her out of

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On the other side of the city, Mason had finally wrapped up his long, drawn–out emergency meeting. It was already past 9 p.m.

He rubbed the tension out of his brow and drove home, eager to get back to her.

As the car pulled into the courtyard, he automatically glanced up at the second–floor bedroom window. It was completely dark.

He parked and stepped into the living room to find the enormous space occupied only by Wilda and Phoebe, sitting on the couch watching TV. The volume was turned way up, but there was something distinctly off about the atmosphere in the room.

Amelia wasn’t there.

‘Miles.” Mason’s voice was cold.

He stood in the entryway and let his eyes sweep across the empty living room. He was about to ask where Amelia was when Wilda spoke first.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the television. Her tone was flat. “Don’t bother looking. Amelia left on her own.”

Mason’s brows pulled together hard.

He shrugged out of his suit jacket and handed it to Miles, who had come hurrying over at the sound of his voice. “What happened?” he asked, his voice low.

Before Wilda could answer, Phoebe was already on her feet.

Her eyes were red–rimmed, her face wearing exactly the right amount of wounded. “Mason. You’re finally home. You have no idea–Mrs. Everett nearly made herself sick today.”

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She launched into her performance. Her story came out messy and all over the place, but every bit of blame landed neatly on Amelia.

“This afternoon, I… I was keeping Mrs. Everett company on a walk around the grounds. And the moment Ms. Harlow got back, she came flying at Mrs. Everett out of nowhere and accused us of touching her things.”

Phoebe wiped non–existent tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, looking incredibly aggrieved. “But Mason, we truly didn’t. We didn’t even go into her room. We would never be so ill- mannered as to touch her private things.

“Mrs. Everett was naturally upset. She thought Ms. Harlow was being unreasonable and said a few things to correct her. And then–Ms. Harlow has such a temper. She snapped that if we wouldn’t leave, she would, and stormed off with her things. We tried to stop her. We couldn’t…”

The moment Phoebe finished, Wilda jumped in on cue, still visibly seething, as if she were the one who had been wronged beyond measure. “That’s right! I’ve lived this long, and I’ve never seen a woman so ungrateful, so badly brought up. I only said a couple of things to her, and she dared throw a fit and walk out pn me! A woman like that is not fit for the Everetts!”

The two of them volleyed back and forth without a single missed beat.

Mason’s frown deepened. Something cold and dangerous was churning in his eyes.

He turned his gaze onto Miles, who had been standing off to the side with his head bowed the entire time.

“Is that how it happened?” Mason asked, his voice quiet. But there was a crushing weight under it.

Miles was an old hand–he had worked for the Everetts since Mason’s father’s generation, and he had always been fair.

But at this particular moment, the normally stone–faced butler didn’t dare even lift his head.

Wilda had already warned him ahead of time, making it very clear that he had better know “what to say and what not to say.”

In the Everett household, Miles knew perfectly well who was really in charge.

Feeling the force of Mason’s gaze cutting through him, he gave an almost imperceptible flinch, and in the end forced a single word out between clenched teeth. “…Yes.”

Watching Miles back her up, Phoebe felt a private surge of triumph,

She knew that the moment Amelia had walked out, Wilda had ordered the maids to sweep up every last shard in the bedroom. There was no evidence left.

That was why she’d dared flip the story so boldly. She was certain Mason wouldn’t be able to find a single thing to prove otherwise.

As long as Mason believed it, even a little, Amelia’s image in his heart would take a hard hit.

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